Our first apartment in the city, your hands on my bare thighs
on the balcony, the breeze between my legs
consumed by life's simple pleasures, the taste of peaches on each others lips
soft sounds of our records looping
too mesmerised by each other to leave the sheets
returning to that balcony, only to make love and drink bitter coffee
years later, after what we had fell apart
these moments in my mind
continue to be my salvation
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